When Li Xingchen put on her schoolbag and was about to go out, Li Yun suddenly came out of the bedroom and stopped her.

He is tall, thin and a bit frail, with floppy black hair and broken bangs on his forehead that slightly cover his eyebrows. His face is also quite long, and he specifically picks out the advantages of his parents.

He came over and threw something heavy to her, and said four words expressionlessly: "Throw it away for me."

Then, without giving Li Xingchen a chance to react or speak, he walked back and kicked the bedroom door shut.

Li Xingchen lowered his head and glanced at the 80% new mobile phone in his hand: "..."

She remembered that this was Li Yun's last old mobile phone. He was the kind of person who was one of the first to replace his mobile phone when new models came out. This one didn't seem to last long.

It's impossible to really let her throw it away. Li Xingchen was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant.

It had been raining for two consecutive days, and the air was moist and slightly cool. The puddles on the ground reflected the colorful lantern signs of the street shops, and the wheels rolled by, creating ripples.

There are cars and people coming and going in front of the school.

"The temperature has dropped sharply recently. It is easy to catch a cold during the change of seasons. Students should pay attention to adding more clothes and keeping warm."

Lao Yan stood on the podium and said a few words. Who knew that the conversation would suddenly turn 360 degrees in the next second, "Okay, class representative, please collect the papers you left home."

all the classmates:"!!!"

Suddenly, I lost my composure, and the class started crackling like firecrackers.

"I'm typing, but you haven't written it yet. Please lend me a copy!"

"Ah? I chose to fill in the blanks blindly. I didn't write the second question of the big question, and the last two questions were still blank."

"it's okay no problem…"

"Damn it, why does this old man think so often?"

"What should I do??? My mother took the paper and used it to make a bed for the dog..."

"..."

Lao Yan unscrewed the cup and took a sip of tea, looking at the pot of porridge below with a somewhat successful smile.

Old and cunning.

The class representative was also making up for it. His buttocks got up from the stool and his hands didn't stop. In the end, he didn't know whether to finish the repair or give up the struggle. He started from the front row and tried his best to speed up the work.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same.

Last two rows: Hand in homework? It doesn’t exist.

However, Xiao Jia, who had never lost to anyone who was a coward, panicked and looked at Li Xingchen pitifully, "Xingchen, save my life! I will be your foot-washing maid..."

"..." Li Xingchen, as if exuding the light of a savior, reached out and handed the paper forward.

In the front, she was catching up on homework, and in the back, someone was playing games, and someone was playing poker. To be honest, she was a little idle.

The seat next to it was empty, and Li Xingchen's eyes turned to the side and fell on the paper on his desk that had not been touched since it was distributed.

How about...doing something good?

It was as if it was worth the snacks that got into Li Yun's stomach.

So Li kindly picked up his pen, took the paper, and wrote the word "Jiang Cong" in the name column imitating his handwriting.

Since there were not many completed papers, the class representative walked over without any hindrance. Li Xingchen went to ask Xiao Jia for the paper. Xiao Jia poked her at the table in front of her: "Quick, give me the paper I just gave you."

She continued to poke at the person in front of her desk, "Quick, give me that paper."

Go forward, "Quick, give me the paper."

Moving forward, "Quick, give it to me."

Students in the first row: "Wait a minute, right now!"

Li Xingchen was stunned: "..."

The class representative got the paper that was passed to the first row, came over and held Li Xingchen's hand, with tears in his eyes, "Lend me to copy."

Li Xingchen: "..."

Unexpectedly, a test paper caused Li Xingchen's relationship with his classmates to heat up dramatically.

When she returned to the dormitory as usual in the evening, Li Xingchen never expected that her roommate, who had never spoken to her for a few words, suddenly seemed to be a different person over the weekend, and was strangely enthusiastic towards her.

He seemed to be eager to get to know her.

But the force was too strong. According to Xiao Jia's intuition, Murphy was trying to be courteous for nothing and was either committing adultery or stealing.

Li Xingchen smiled silently and didn't think too much.

There is no morning reading on Monday. There is a flag-raising ceremony and a regular assembly. All the students from the third grade of the school gather in different areas and dress uniformly. The scene is spectacular.

The sun is shining brightly on the shoulders, and the young man is growing up vigorously.

But goose…

"Look! There's a handsome guy!"

While walking to his class, passing by a class in the first grade of high school, Xiao Jia suddenly screamed in a low voice and secretly tugged on Li Xingchen's sleeve to show her.

The so-called handsome guy who doesn't share with his sisters is not a top handsome guy.

Li Xingchen raised his eyes to look for him in a cooperative manner, and soon his scattered eyes focused on an exceptionally outgoing boy.

The boy is tall and thin, with transparent white skin and a meticulously neat school uniform. He stands silently at the end of the line. He has a pair of very gentle shallow eyes, but there is a sense of indifference and coldness on his body. He has an appearance that attracts the attention of the outside world, but he looks...

Out of tune with the outside world.

"Do you think he and Jiang Cong..."

"Jiang Congshuai."

Xiao Jia: "..."

"Give me a chance to finish my sentence?"

Li Xingchen nodded seriously, "Okay."

Xiao Jia made a fist and used it as a microphone and put it in front of her lips, "Who do you think is more handsome, him or Jiang Cong?"

Li Xingchen thought hard for a second and concluded tactically: "Well... I think... Jiang Cong should be more handsome."

Xiao Jia was laughing to death. Sometimes she really felt that this girl had a naturally cute sense of humor.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Xingchen's eyes flashed, not understanding.

"Of course you are cute." Xiao Jia pinched her face, and the two girls lined up in the middle of the line, laughing and talking.

When Jiang walked over unhurriedly, he happened to catch up with the vice-principal who was giving in-depth ideological education to the students who were repeatedly caught skipping classes by school surveillance last week.

This group of students has a well-known name, called "Certain classmates with Jiang Cong as a typical example".

The group of people all laughed. Feng Cheng clasped his fists with a mean look on his face, "Thank you Brother Cong for taking the lead. I am not worthy of having a name with Li Xiuhua. I missed such a good opportunity to be known by the whole school."

Jiang Cong was so despised by him that he put his hands in his pockets and kicked him, laughing and scolding: "I found a place to donate that shit to you, do you believe it or not?"

Feng Cheng chuckled.

A group of tall boys in twos and threes were walking towards Class 7 from behind. Yang Lang caught sight of someone on the way, bumped Jiang Cong's shoulder, and raised his head in a certain direction.

Jiang Cong casually raised his eyelids and looked over.

Enemies meet on a narrow road. Hao Xuan.

Jiang Cong curled his lips and sneered, walked over, and bumped into him hard when he brushed his shoulder from the side.

"Who is this?!"

This force was quite strong. Hao Xuan was knocked and stumbled two steps. He was helped by someone to avoid falling to the ground. When he stood firm and saw the person clearly, his momentum was automatically reduced by half in an instant, leaving only

Use fists that dare not express anger but dare not speak.

Jiang Cong raised his eyebrows slightly and said two words in a calm tone: "Your father."

"..."

Feng Cheng, Yang Lang and the others are laughing.

Hao Xuan was retained one level, and everyone around him knew more or less the grudge between Jiang Cong and Hao Xuan, but it had been so long, and now it seemed obvious that Jiang Cong was deliberately looking for trouble again.

Some were aggrieved, but no one took it out on himself.

Because I dare not. He is Jiang Cong.

Hao Xuan gritted his teeth and stared at him, unable to bear it.

Unexpectedly, none of those social bastards succeeded in teaching Jiang Cong a lesson, but he vowed not to give up. One day, when he finds the opportunity, he will definitely make him look good and steal back all the limelight he once had.

After saying hello, Jiang Cong left.

"Are you okay?" someone asked Hao Xuan.

Hao Xuan spat and cursed: "Sure enough, what parents don't care about is uneducated."

Right into the ear.

Jiang Cong stopped, his cold jaw tightened, and a layer of ice seemed to freeze in his eyes for an instant.

He went back and lifted up Hao Xuan's collar, a fierce look melted in his eyes, and his voice was bone-chilling: "Do you have the guts to tell me that again?"

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